]]>https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2012/08/22/historically-accurate/feed/0stevethehareour founding fatherwhats his faceAudio Doodle #5: Back in Actionhttps://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2012/08/22/audio-doodle-5-back-in-action/
https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2012/08/22/audio-doodle-5-back-in-action/#respondWed, 22 Aug 2012 17:25:56 +0000http://doodlemax.wordpress.com/?p=1023It’s been a while since I’ve played guitar, but I think I pumped out something pretty decent. Adding drums is always the hardest thing for me, but they’re also the element that can make stupid guitar riffs instantly sound awesome. I managed to get something that sounded fairly cohesive, I think. Enjoy! Or don’t enjoy! It’s a free country!
[audio http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15520538/new%20song.mp3]
]]>https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2012/08/22/audio-doodle-5-back-in-action/feed/0stevethehareAnother Terrible Mistake of Naturehttps://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/07/12/another-terrible-mistake-of-nature/
https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/07/12/another-terrible-mistake-of-nature/#respondWed, 13 Jul 2011 00:09:10 +0000http://doodlemax.wordpress.com/?p=1006

A one eyed albino baby shark found inside of a bigger shark, ostensibly for breeding purposes. My friend commented that it would be like something I would draw, except biting a ship apart. He was only half right.

]]>https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/07/12/another-terrible-mistake-of-nature/feed/0doodlemax*wink!Mosquitoes: a Glimpse into Insanityhttps://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/06/27/mosquitoes-a-glimpse-into-insanity/
https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/06/27/mosquitoes-a-glimpse-into-insanity/#commentsMon, 27 Jun 2011 14:00:51 +0000http://doodlemax.wordpress.com/?p=996I left my window open to let some of the chilled Spring air in and fell asleep. Little did I know that in my unthinking act I had let into my room the roving hounds of terror: Mosquitoes. It has long been thought that the last escapee of Pandora’s mythical box had been a honeyed drop of hope to sooth the worry, the guilt, the fear that had leapt free. This is a lie I am afraid. It was not hope but the first mosquito mother full of it’s swarming mass of swamp-bred progeny, created to bring agony and pain to all of man kind.

These are the horrors that I willingly let fly into my room during sleep.

Their buzzing snapped me awake from the midst of a pleasant dream. The infernal buzzing, strafing my face like angry fighter planes, setting the battle ground of my body afire with their unnatural needs. That hellish buzzing, driving me to madness.

My attempts to murder them all with my bare hands were in vain. Thinking it best to allow them victory and the territory of my comfortable room, I retreated to the couch to sleep and think of how best to tackle this new menace. Fighting the urge to scratch the many welts left by their thrice damned thirst for blood, I fell into a fitful sleep. They would not let me be though. Somehow they had found me and again were slowly draining my will to live. Why God? Why had you created such foul things?

I imagine the good Lord painting on the beautiful canvas of earth a forest scene: Strong mountains, topped with mist and snow in the background. Closer, you can see the mighty trees reaching out to the heavens in their full pine glory. You can smell their foliage as they play shadow games with the sun’s loving rays. Closer still a fawn! Fresh of life and new with promise, she drinks innocently from a trickling stream. Wait… Something is wrong though, something off. You can hear them, their buzzing. Flying death, rife with diseases and pestilence. They ruin the scene, the moment, the world.

It was in my ruminations on the question of “why” that I fell upon an incredible thought. The solution to my problems. The ULTIMATE solution to mosquito menace. I left the couch and padded softly back to my room willing them to follow. Once in my room I turned the air conditioning as low as it would go. If the June winds could not finish these abominations, I would do it with science. Bundled warm and protected in my sheets, I waited. I was not disappointed.

Their black hearts pumping stolen blood could not beat while in the icy chamber of death I had created for them. Man has triumphed again over nature. Like the ancient monuments of old, like the towering sky scrapers in cities the world over, like the heavy cement dams controlling a river’s flow, so I have joined the ranks of immortality. I have paved my way into man’s struggle versus the elements over the wretched mass of their frozen corpses. Bwa ha ha ha ah! BWAHAHAHAHA!

]]>https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/06/27/mosquitoes-a-glimpse-into-insanity/feed/3doodlemaxWindy Girlhttps://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/06/22/windy-girl/
https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/06/22/windy-girl/#commentsWed, 22 Jun 2011 14:26:48 +0000http://doodlemax.wordpress.com/?p=992She must be some kind of a witch, or something.

A well dressed witch.

]]>https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/06/22/windy-girl/feed/1doodlemaxwindy girlReally? A Hand?https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/06/21/987/
https://doodlemax.wordpress.com/2011/06/21/987/#respondTue, 21 Jun 2011 14:43:37 +0000http://doodlemax.wordpress.com/?p=987I love drawing hands. I don’t know what it is, it just seems fun to me and I feel that I’m fairly proficient in it.

Using this drawing tablet is a different story though. It streamlines some doodling processes, and makes cleaner lines than I could ever do otherwise, but sometimes there is just something lost in translation. I’ll keep plugging away at it until I feel good about my hand prowess, though, so sorry for the boring doodles to come.

If you thought I was going to let a penguin themed week slip by without doodling Danny DeVito from Batman Returns, you were wrong!

That movie always comes to mind around Christmas time and how dark, creepy, and gaw-damned sad Christmas in Gotham can be. Oswald Cobblepot, aka The Penguin is kind of a sad character to begin with. All of his inherited wealth couldn’t buy him acceptance by society for his outward appearance and lusting-after-raw-fish ways. Perhaps this is a reflection of our own vain culture? Oooh ahhh!

Also, anyone remember the Batman Animated Series episode where Penguin gets out of jail, determined to live a clean life, and is duped by some high society douche bags into being his friend so they could laugh at him? Pretty awesome episode from a pretty awesome cartoon.

I hope no one was expecting anything great after yesterday’s masterpiece, because instead of doodling a penguin when I got home I went on a bike ride and got drunk instead.

And I know it’s been a little while, but Macho Man’s passing had quite an affect on me. When somebody famous who influenced you long ago dies, it forces you to look at your own mortality. You begin to realize that the timeless phrase of “This too shall pass” applies to positive situations as well, including everything we know and cherish, and ultimately ourselves. This kind of understanding isn’t something that should be ruminated on to a great degree by anyone, lest they become a pessimistic cynic, or far worse, apathetic.

That is why the death of a celebrity, whose life and accomplishments were celebrated to a far greater degree than our own, can bring such powerful emotions to the bubbling surface of our psyche. Though we had never met or truly known the person who passed away from this life to the next, their passing symbolizes an end of an era, a realization that our own existence is a finite thing.

Death is a fact. As it comes to us, it is marked and datelined in our private memories. JFK shot, Michael Jackson dead, Macho Man’s heart exploded. Even fictitious deaths like Darth Vaders or Mufasas, (heaven help us when James Earl Jones dies) are remembered quite poignantly.